end tables for sell and a bathroom thing
everything is in good shape
I always wanted a bathroom thing.
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It’s always been my dream to own my own Hand Trophy/Satellite Dish/End Table/Toilet-Bowl Cleaner.
They’re creepy and they’re kooky
End tables that are spooky
And if you leave a poopy
you’ve got a bathroom thing……
Great. Thanks, Grampdaddy, now I’m hearing a cross between the Adams Family theme and the old jingle for Alka Seltzer. It includes “plop plop”. :::shudder:::
I think Grampdaddy’s work is already done here, today!
But if they go “fizz, fizz”, you’ll need to see a specialist.
That or your cat knocked over the bottle of bath bombs into the toilet.
Bath “Bombdudes” – probably more fun in the tub for you.
Bombdude may not appreciate being knocked into the toilet by a cat. 🙂
Give’ya even odds he has at least one similar sort of story–such tales seem to be endemic to military service.
Might have to collect some other similar types, possibly have adult beverages near to hand, and an irl setting . . .
Fair warning: In such settings the tales often hinge upon jargon and argot, which can be off-putting for those without a translation matrix.
But he might be very happy to be fizzy in the tub with you,christina!
Sorry, but there’s only one guy allowed to get fizzy with me, and he just bought me a netbook for my birthday so fizzy time may be soon. 😉
Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!
Have fun! 🙂
Excuse me for a moment while I forward this photo to relatives and friends, with the caption “This is what you can get me for Christmas!” Thanks, Ostrimu!
Yes, I’ve got to hand it to Dan today.
No, that’s Thing’s job.
I thought that was the Llamanun’s* job.
*bees upon her as I cross the line.
Wouldn’t it have been awesome* if that was the actual picture with the ad?
*Something looks wrong here. Maybe I need coffee (that I don’t drink)?
I’ve got to give you (and EB) props for getting through college without the coffee crutch. I couldn’t do it. Actually, I wouldn’t have made it through high school had there not been a Dunkin Donuts near by.
I had one crazy night freshman year when I had my first caffeine in years (in the form of a Bawls energy drink, at 11pm) to try to write 3 papers and study for 2 tests. I’m pretty sure I chronicled that effort in a comment section somewhere… The first couple hours were interesting…. I didn’t need caffeine through the rest of school, but now I use to to stay awake at my desk job -_-
Ah, I pretty much lived in Dunkin Donuts during high school. Between that and my best friend and I taking turns bringing each other Doubleshot espresso drinks for first period Spanish class, I was able to survive high school. Until, you know, I decided to go back and teach it…
Cleaning the bathroom is something I’ve always been very efficient at, and really will take on that job rather than have someone else do it. So, while I don’t need a bathroom Thing, I could REALLY use a laundry Thing. Must wash AND fold, please!!!
I’ll probably need a pair of those Things to get the job done.
I actually do rather well at bathroom cleaning, and send my laundry out, so what I’d like is a Kitchen Thing, a Dusting and Book-tidying Thing for the living room, and a bed-making and general tidying Bedroom Thing.
… Hmmm. Maybe “Bedroom Thing” is not the best title …
Or maybe it IS….. 😉
I’m going to plead the Fifth. 8)
That’s a hard on to grasp…
Are you spewing all over Bianchi’s line again?
I need a bird cage cleaning Thing and a always vacuuming Thing. Right away!
I could use a many handed thing, capable of scrubbing three jealous dogs at once while simultaneously cleaning up their dog hair.
The one hand would be plenty, then I can keep both hands on the wheel while driving in traffic…
I have an always-vacuuming thing! It’s called a roomba… Sometimes the cats turn it on by accident, and it’s Funny :-p
I used to think that Morticia Addams would be the perfect “Bedroom Thing”.
Quite so.
I was incredibly jealous of Gomez. His height was just perfect – put him right at the level with her shoulders.
And they were very nice shoulders…
The Thing?
Astro, I don’t know what you were trying to link to….but there’s a girl in gold shaking her booty at me, as well as an ad for “Virtual Girl”. Are you lonely, Astro?
Maybe now, but “One time, at band camp …” 😉
Huh? Hang on. Maybe this one will work.
The Thing?
That one looks like he’d need another Thing to follow behind and clean up the terracotta bits that probably flake off.
I always liked Ben. He got the short end of the Cosmic Powers stick.
I smell a new sitcom concept… The Thing and Thing as wacky roommates. Thing walks around with a dustpan and broom, constantly wagging his index finger at The Thing for never cleaning up after himself.
Would one be all thumbs?
It’s funny, I just realized no one else thought of horror-movie Thing.
You know, head-spider? Belly-mouth? Creepy-as-hell?
Nice one, NMN. A perfect horror film, much like Alien.
Meredith, I’ve got a pair of Things! But you can’t borrow them. And they’re really more impressive/worthy of nicknames when I am pregnant or breastfeeding.
Good to know, EB. Please keep us abreast of the situation so we can nip it in the bud.
Awsome!
If it wipes and shakes I don’t have to wash my hands anymore…
Was that the line disappearing? So soon?
Should I repost my Crossing the Line song?
No, you should have someone perform it, so we can link to the youtube video when the Line feels threatened :-p
Oh, Yes! Calling Jackie31337!
Sparky is quite right, of course. We need to end tables for sell, as soon as possible. It’s an international scandal. Perhaps Bono would like to organise a concert?
He may be busy with “End Road Work” at the moment.
Perhaps due to my recent influx of Stephen King books, I see bathroom thing as a bad thing.
“On a dark and stormy night, a thing slowly crept its way out from the bowels of the toilet, set to terrorize everyone in the household.”
Yes, a very bad thing indeed.
Much, much worse when the Thing leaps explosively from the bowels into the toilet, to terrorize the family. Then “It” ends up at the sewer grate.
Little Johnny should never have flushed the red 1969 Chevelle, it made the Thing very angry, very angry indeed.
The Thing exploded ferociously from the john, flinging the tidy bowl man clear on to the top of the medicine cabinet, where he clung wetly, whimpering.
Blue water covered little Johnny’s Pooh jammies, they were really power ranger jammies but they looked more Poohlike now.
The Thing wrapped his loathsome slimy hand around little Johnny’s neck, bouncing the red Chevy repeatedly off little Johnny’s forehead.
Little Johnny said, “OW, Car! OW, Car!” over and over.
In a very gruff Thinglike voice the Thing said, “Don’t you know I’m a Ford thing?”
Whereupon he dove back into the bowl and was gone, feeling very smug and a little hungry.
Little Johnny sat in a pool of blue Pooh water running his blueish red and smelly Chevy through the puddle, singing quietly to himself.
Years later little Johnny’s mother wondered why he still wet the bed and would only drive a blue Ford…
Ok I finally got The Thing picture… but why is the title from JC superstar?
I actually was thinking more along the lines of Joe Cocker. Guess the JC still fits.
Cocker? I hardly know her!
JC Penny
But she regularly came in through the bathroom window.
Birthday Alert! Whoooop! Whoooop!
Graham T and christina on Monday the 29th!
Lurk Real Close on Thursday, the 2nd!
Mark your calendars, and if you haven’t reported your birthday in the forum, please do so now. It’s a lot easier to ignore it when it’s written down. I mean, uh, carry on.
Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine
And the bathroom will be cleaned tonight
Let Thing take care of you tonight
Close your eyes, close your eyes
And let Thing take care of you tonight
So I just came by to say that I first read the ad in my google reader, and it wasn’t clear that the picture was NOT attached to the ad…. I was temporarily terrified. And then I couldn’t resist making more comments, and now I still have to figure out how I’m going to rearrange the living room to accommodate the tree. Guh.
Ok, have to admit that the concept of Thing as bathroom attendant squicked me a bit. Perhaps that is from the compact nature of the bathrooms in my house. That, and the overall lack of need for work in such tiny areas–and we all know what idle hands get up to . . .
Kitchen-attending Thing could be useful; but the real need is for dusting and dust-wildebeaste wrangler Thing at my house.
Mind you, my catulator is convinced that there is at least one Under!The!Couch! thing in the house as is (along with the patent, self-evident, unfairness of all those tree rats scampering about just on the other side of the can-see-through-but-not-smell-through stuff).
Oh. My. Lanta. This is a link to an image that will blow your mind. It blew my mind when I saw it in my feed…. The original guy is someone I knew in middle school, and I have no idea who the last guy is.
Hahahahaha!
Whenever a Llama-nun laughs, an Ostrimu gets his wings. Or something. With bees on, please.
So? Don’t keep us in suspense. Is it quiet shirt time yet?
Hahaha, I have no idea…
All this talk about bathroom things, now I’m looking nervously around for the Tidy Bowl dude and all those scrubbing bubbles… Never realized how much is going on in there. Nice work, guys, you probably set my potty training back 20 years.
Just remember Tanky – they’re watching for when you are done showering, too. Waiting patiently to slide slowly down over the warm, wet, slippery walls glistening with silken droplets….
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, we’re bubbles down below
We love to scrub, you’re up above, Hi Ho, Hi Ho…
Geez, never thought about them that way, but now all that smiling and revving their brushes seems pervy.
Yikes! Gramps, you’re giving poor little bubbles a bad name. Here are the true bubbles:
Come with me; forget your troubles.
We’ll take some soap and make some bubbles!
We can make them big or small;
It isn’t very hard at all.
I can’t be angry, sad or blue
When blowing bubbles-now, can you?
Just blow your blues into each one.
We’ll watch them sparkle in the sun.
We’ll send them out into the sky.
There go your troubles!
Poof!
Bye-bye.
However, blowing bubbles does bring up a whole new slant on things………
Only ‘Scrubbing Bubbles’ get mixed reviews.
BTW, CD – really like the poem. I think my 1st graders would like it, too. Could you share the source/author? Thanks.
Yes, I
rippedborrowed it from here. It is Blowing Bubbles by Ericka Northrop, the last poem on page one. I should have given credit when I posted – MY BAD!Good to know that everything is in good shape, but Sparky failed to explain what shape. Are we talking six-sided octagon? Three-sided square? Four-dimensional dodecahedron? This is going to effect what I put on those end tables, so I need to know.
I could use a bathroom thing though. It could hand me the toilet paper so I didn’t have to reach.
Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiindy!!! Oh, Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiindy! It’s time to punchity punch our new (?) friend Gemenon. Where are you?
Hmmm. Maybe over here… Nope. Just some dust wildebeests. Sheesh! Whose turn is it to vacuum the Snark Lounge?
Maybe in here – no, just a disembodied hand in a box. Hmm. Wonder what that’s about.
Don’t worry, Gemenon, Windy’ll be back soon, I’m sure. Hmm… this door leading to the deserted, dark alley with all the places for an assailant to hide is open. I wonder if I should go out there, alone, without any weapon or anything, looking for Windy.
*Shrugs.* Sure, why not? Hey, what’s this trail of blood? I’m sure it’s wisest to follow it down the alley, toward this dark doorway… Hey! What the … Oh, no! Zomb–
Oh no! Tank got sucked into the Zombo.com portal. I hope she can get out okay.
Well, I’ve been busy with holiday decor, and it’s 1322 CST–Morticia has failed to bonne nuit mon cher’ (“Trish! that’s French!); so I’ll bid a fond adieu to mes amies et 1313 Cemetary Lane, Westfield, NJ
Wha? Oh! Sorry, I was reading the book for the book club, and lost sight of the time! (Tank? You okay in there?) Well, here’s a first-time Punchity Punch Punch for Genomon — Gememe — Good old Gem!
G’Night, Westfield Shopping Towns!